Hell is where we are

Hell is where we are; the grey rocks encircle us.
The void…
The great expanse lies ahead of us; the natural world falling into its grasp.
The worth that paper holds, when painted green and printed with figures and heroes of old…
The bloodcurdling screams of children dying; caused by wars, after the expanse is drying…
Hell is where we are…
We dream of a heaven that existed in times not so afar: Farmers gather round to herd their cows.
The braying of a donkey carrying garments to the south and the rugged look of the weary nomad; old and slowly crippling, yet he smiles. What’s that about?
Hell is where we are…
The burning walls of Babylon- the slaughtered men of Troy- the fighting tribesmen of Rwanda- kids squabbling over a toy…
Hell is where we are…
The virgin slumbers in a cave swept bare of dirt; the ogre lost his prize- her mother’s heart is hurt… The beauty of her sleeping, eyes flitting under their skirt; flame of her soul burning viciously as the demons creep round her sneakily…
Cold, cold knife breaks skin and breath ceases, nobody acknowledges the sin…
Hell is where we are; the grey rocks encircle us.
The void- the great expanse lies ahead of us; the natural world falling slowly…
Khaos consumes Gaia…